The OrbWitch's Spellbook

Suddenly everything is dark and sideways.

She can’t see but she can hear, and there are voices. Male voices. Not boys, but full grown men, and lots of them. Shouting in the shadows all around her. Flashes and beams of light start up, and one man’s voice is commanding above the others, getting them organized, telling them to get light onto ‘the platform’ wherever that is.

The beams cast around and seem to be converging…here! Whatever the platform is, she’s standing on it!

She leaps further back into darkness, but not fast enough to keep the light from giving away her presence. “There is something on the platform! I need it at all costs! Get more light in here! Blasted power outage!”

Who even talks like that? ‘Blasted’ what is this a cartoon?

Her eyes are starting to adjust to the dark now and the flashlights are making the ‘platform’ she’s stumbling around on more visible. Oh boy, she sure hoped this is some sort of prank, because the platform is a mess of wires, smoking circuits, and runes she doesn’t have time to read. Whatever they spell, “get the hell off this thing” is what she was getting out of the situation.

The men are closing in on her now. Looming shapes in the dark with beams of light approaching more quickly than she’s comfortable with. And she’s stuck out in the middle of open darkness without much of a clue where to go.

Well, one clue where to go...